Gentle Irrumatio

As Mom walks away to the kitchen with the pizza and breadsticks boxes, Miss Curtis rolls her hips, sliding her cock down my face. I stare up at her, my cheeks reddening with humiliation as my teacher prepares to make full and free use of me.

She drags her crown down the side of my face, rolling her hips to bring it to my lips. Miss Curtis smirks down at me as she looks at me, hesitating for only a moment with a soft sigh. She looks like she's biting back a comment. Maybe a question.

“Take my cock, fag,” Miss Curtis orders as she pushes herself in, sliding in slowly but firmly, gently driving herself in until her balls touch my chin. “Mm. Good, faggot. Your throat must have been opened recently. You're tight, yet it's receptive.”

Her hips sway backward, drawing her length from my mouth slowly, until her entire rod stands proudly before my face as she looks down at me. “Who have you serviced thus far, faggot? Whose cocks opened your sweet little throat up for me?”

“Dad, then Mom,” I answer, and Miss Curtis nods approvingly. She pulls my hair gently but firmly as she pushes back into me, driving her cock to the hilt again. I suck hard from the moment her cock enters my mouth, grinding my tongue on it.

“Good,” she says simply, as she pulls back, but this time not completely, leaving the crown in my mouth. Then she pushes, swaying her hips forward and dragging on my hair, driving back to the hilt. I moan softly to offer her sensual vibrations.

“Good, faggot. Moan on my cock like a good slut,” she praises me. My cheeks warm from nothing more than the complete humiliation of my favourite teacher praising me on my cocksucking instincts. Yet I do exactly as she is commanding I do.

“There's a good fag,” she purrs the words as I swallow when her balls reach my chin. As I look up at her, she smiles down, then arches her spine and breaks eye contact. She shuts her eyes, then, and simply rolls her hips, swaying bodily into me.

She rides me as gently as if I were something fragile and beautiful, not merely a source of pleasure and service. Miss Curtis smiles as she rides my mouth, sliding herself to the hilt, then back, as I swallow around her cock, then offer dulcet moans.

“You're such a good little faggot,” Miss Curtis murmurs to me, as her hips continue to sway, her incredible cock sliding in, every motion smooth and firm, but gentle. “Mm, fuck, yes.” I've never heard her use such language, but we were in school.

“You're a good fag,” she praises softly, but loud enough for me to hear, as she rides my face, using me at a slow, leisurely pace. I can feel her heat increasing, though, and I know she's more than capable of getting off on using me this tenderly.

“I love having a faggot on my cock that knows what he is,” she praises, her fingers pulling my hair with every motion, yet not enough to be painful. “You're exactly what I needed after a long day. Summer jobs are terrible for teachers, faggot.”

I can only moan in answer to that, not just because her cock is suppressing my tongue almost constantly, but because I'd have nothing meaningful to say, anyway. I'm nothing but a hole for her to use to get off, right now, and I know my place.

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